on the night bus back to bangkok the next evening, I still felt dizzy and confused. And it wasn't just the hangover.

I was sitting next to a nurse from australia, who diagnosed me as being slightly concussed.

I spent couple of days staggering round bangkok concussed, feeling sorry for myself because of the wounds on my face and the fact I had left all of my friends behind. Plus I was on the way out of Asia, my new home, and into Australia. I would soon need to think about finding a job, as Ive heard so much about how expensive australia is!

Also, the only guesthouse that had a room at 6am the morning I arrived was a shithole, and I had to pay 600 baht for it. RIP OFF!

Luckily, the next evening whilst looking for a new guesthouse, I saw a friendly, familiar, furry face smiling up at me from behind some cigarette smoke and coffee steam. I recognised the beard before anything else - it was Damion, my south African dive instructor from Koh Rong!

we spent a while catching up. It turned out, Damion had to fly home as he had previously booked a flight. He had made some money as a dive instructor, and had some cattle waiting for him, so wasn't too upset. When I asked why he was leaving, he replied, "it's just time, bro!"

the concussion cleared up, and I realised that my scabs were pretty infected. I saw a doctor, who put me on a ten day course of antibiotics.

Damion and I spent a couple of days shopping in Bangkok, getting clothes etc, but most importantly beard trimmers and myself a laptop!

on thursday 23rd february 2012, I got on my flight back to civilisation.